The Truth

Lyrics

[Intro] I speak the truth Truth – nothin' but the truth Y'all know what I bring to the game – I speak the truth The truth – nothing but the truth [Verse 1] I hope you got an extra mic and a fireproof booth 'Cause you know, I'm known to melt a wire or two You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down tracks, DATs, reels, and slaves Hit the studio, jars of 'dro, bars to blow B. Sigel with that arsenic flow Fuck that–don't hold me back I roll with crack, y'all cats told Macks to rap Y'all don't realize y'all released the beast untamed Speech all flame, streets y'all blame It should be an honor for y'all to speak my name I could go before ya honor, he couldn't peep my game Gotta laugh, don't act like we spit it the same Why you motherfuckers can't get in the game?! I come from high school, and go straight to the league Who you know who can spit at the Sig? [Chorus] Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga, the truth [Verse 2] Ain't nothin' changed with Sig, I'm still stuck in the kitchen So what I'm signed? That's fine, still stuck in position You motherfuckers know me well, couple court cases from jail Couple .44 shells from Hell Stuck on this mission, go home, my girl fussin' and bitchin' "Motherfucker, won't you change your life?!" I'm thinkin' – "Motherfucker, won't I change my wife?!" Ignorant bastard, laughin' like "fuck the rap shit" It's just another hustle, another way for niggas to touch you Now they know the face of Beans Now they–see my face on screens and I ain't even chase this dream I feel sorry for those who did Y'all niggas can't stop the bol, whether rock or raw I'm slingin' coke in a Roc velour You niggas know what block I'm on, Glock in palm You wanna get shot, karate chopped, or stabbed? It's on Motherfucker [Chorus] Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga, the truth [Verse 3] Black Friday Management, and Roc's the label And I still hit you niggas with shots that's fatal That bullshit vest can't save you I'll have a doc open you up, from chest to navel See my face on cable, and have flashbacks of that cold ass table And them holes I gave you I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound At the hospital, while the cops guardin' your room You gotta see what I've seen, look where I've looked Touch what I've reached, and take what I've took You gotta go where I've gone, walked where I've walked To get where I'm at, to speak what I've talked You gotta lay where I've laid, stay where I've stayed Play where I've played, to make what I've made You gotta move what I've moved, use what I used Use tools how I use, use fools how I use [Chorus] Nigga, the truth, every time I step in the booth I speak the truth, y'all know what I'm bringing to you I bring the truth, you motherfuckers know who I be I be the truth, what I speak shall set you free Nigga, the truth